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Eye the crowd for the unknown voice suffocating in isolation of the mind and call out with your eyes and cry.
They want you to disprove their reality of life without love.
Why not climb a rainbow to touch the stars while you're at it?

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This was a peculiar thing I found in an old sketchbook. I can't make up my mind whether to take it as beautiful writing, or depressing writing hahaha -- can't remember the intent
I guess it depends what mood you're in when you read it.